Best Fantasy World Novels & Stories

BLACK THE ORIGIN PROLOGUE The world was divided into two realms, same space but different dimensions. The Magic and the Mortal Realm. The dominant world of immortals is led by "God" Prominent to provide peace and coexist with the mortals. The descendants of Heaven, as the immortal's reign peacefully for thousands of years.

He told them. "What?!” they were shocked. There are that many worlds?! Their mouths fell open. This makes it seem like they have seen too little of the world. They thought that their world was already big, yet now they were told that there are many things bigger than their world! "Right." Blue muttered as he looked at the creatures roaming around. "This place is more magical than our place.” He said, pissed, as a vein popped in his forehead. "Blue..." they said and sighed.

“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.

In this world, supernatural beings such as werewolves, vampires, witches, fairies, they all roam and live freely like modern humans on Earth. Even though the civilization in this world is almost the same as the modern civilization on Earth, the civilization here still uses magic power. There is no pollution in this world, there are still many forests. The size of the continent in this place is also many times bigger so to get to other continents they use a portal gate. There are still many great Empires here. The forest where she is located is one of the smallest forests in the world called Sulime Realm.

The orc sighs and let’s go of Fay. “Follow me.” Uzul speaks in a reluctant way. The orc leads the druid below the living level deck via trap door to only get to another level of the ship. This one is the cargo bay. Here is plenty of foods that in seed form. Vegetables upon vegetables. Her feet slam down on the metal surface just after Uzul does. Her eyes wonder to one of the many barrels that are stashed on this left. With her free hand she pops open the top to be graced by seedlings for corn, the drum is filled to the brim with it. Uzul notices her action by turning his head. “It was supposed to be a project in Sky World.” The druid looks at her in a baffled way and ask almost immediately.

Now if you can read, or pronounce… you should know the English version of that shit. This ‘gift’ gradually became a curse. Once humanity had a mind of their own, entire realms were damned. Famine, sickness, war, basically every evil you can think of. And though the darkness loved the quality drama it gifted, the light became sick of it. That's were the infamous battle between good and evil came into existence. What started as a simple deliberation to voice out an unpopular opinion, became a war that lasted centuries, both supreme beings gradually draining themselves of life-sustaining energy, and taking a number of their own creations down with it (possibly how extinction might have taken pl

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

The first door opened. Then the second. Then the third. Within seconds, the entire sky was covered with them. Thousands became millions. Millions became countless. Every doorway led to a different reality. A world of magic. A world of machines. A world where humans had wings. A world where dragons ruled. A world made entirely of water. A world where the dead walked among the living. And then a world that looked exactly like Sophia’s. Lucien stared at it. “How many worlds are there?”

‘Rhobart had been a God in another world,’ Ayla thought. “Your world, what was it like?” she asked. Rhobart said it was a violent world, but even chaos could be beautiful. “Do you miss it?” There had been many scholars, mages, and astronomers who claimed the possibility of other universes. Books had been written about parallel worlds and how one could travel between universes with the help of powerful spells or magical objects. Ayla had read some of those books, but she never thought much about other worlds. Not until Rhobart. Could more Gods come to her world? And if that happened, would her world be in danger?

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.